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... him. He knew that the assassin believed he had killed him, but he was too paranoid right now to sleep.
He sat on the couch, eyes wide open, thinking about who could want him dead until the sun rose. The rays of light made it through the window and onto his face; it was then he realized he had actually stayed up for the whole night.
His face was droopy, bags under his eyes, and his hair scattered. He rubbed both his eyes and pushed himself off the chair, but his legs had already ...
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